My Wife Wants a Divorce by Red Little Fruit

Sydney also knew the importance of studying further abroad.

So, of course, she did not refute Julien's words.

"It's just..." Sydney bit her lip, her face full of embarrassment. "If I leave, who will manage Skylight?"

This was her biggest dilemma now.

Julien chuckled, "Find a professional manager, or when the time comes, I'll send someone over. How about Zach?"

Sydney smiled, "Zach is going to be the president of a tech company in Loughtown next year, isn't he? And this branch is a listed company. If you let Zach, who is qualified to manage a listed company, take charge of my small company, that will be a waste of his talent. That's unfair to him. Even if Zach doesn't mind, I will feel guilty."

"So you want a professional manager?" Julien raised an eyebrow.

Sydney nodded. "I have no choice, but I am not very at ease about general professional managers. I have not contacted any people in this field. Can you help me choose one by then?"

"Okay, I'll deal with it then, so what's your decision?"

Julien asked.

Sydney took a breath. "I'll take the exam. You are right. Whether it is for myself or for Skylight, I must study further. Now that I have solved the management problem of Skylight, I naturally have no worries. I can prepare for the exam with peace of mind, but I have to learn everything from scratch, so Mr. Flint, in the next six months, I will trouble you."

She smiled.

Julien raised his eyebrows again. "Mr. Flint?"

"Yes. You said you were going to teach me, didn't you? So you're my teacher now, Mr. Flint." Sydney covered her lips and smiled.

Julien rubbed his fingers, his eyes shining. "It sounds good, but I'd prefer you to call me this in a different place."

"A different place? Why?" Sydney looked puzzled.

Julien curved his lips. "That's more passionate."

Sydney instantly understood what he meant. Her face turned red. She was annoyed and amused. "What are you talking about? You're always speaking obscenities."

Julien chuckled.

"Now, stop talking about this, or I'm going to be angry. I'm speaking seriously, but you're so frivolous."

"It's my fault."

"Of course. In short, in the next six months, I'll have to trouble you because I'm a novice. I may have a hard time learning. Don't be mean to me by then," Sydney said nervously.

Julien's expression softened. "A qualified teacher will never be mean to his students. Instead, he will use appropriate methods to guide his students. Rest assured. I will not be mean to you. I will only use the best method to help you master the knowledge as soon as possible. In this way, you can be admitted to that school."

Listening to Julien's assurance, Sydney was not worried at once, and even her confidence rose at this time. She felt that she might really be admitted.

After all, even if she had no confidence in herself, she had confidence in Julien.

"Okay, let's not talk about it. Are you done with your work?" Julien pulled his hands in from the window and sat up straight.

Sydney rubbed her eyes. "Almost."

"Then come downstairs. I've arrived."

"You're already downstairs?" Sydney was slightly surprised.

Julien replied, "Yeah, I've just arrived."

"Okay, then I'll come downstairs right away. Wait for me," Sydney said, quickly standing up.

Julien could hear the sound of her chair sliding when she got up. He said softly, "Don't rush. Just take your time. I'll call later to have Zach prepare the application documents and teaching materials. When these things are ready, I will teach you for two hours every night."

"OK." Sydney was delighted.

Julien added, "Although two hours is not long, what I will teach you can help you cope with the exam. After all, half a year is too short for me to teach you everything. You can't absorb it. So I'll just teach you how to deal with the exam. As for the rést, you have to work hard in school by yourself."

Sydney was very touched, and the expression on her face was very gentle. "Well, I know. For a novice like me, this is the best arrangement. You are very thoughtful, Julien. Thank you." "We don't need to say thank you to each other. Come downstairs. I'm waiting for you."

"Good." Sydney nodded.

After hanging up the phone, she put it on her heart and then smiled. She picked up her bag and quickly walked out of the office.

Sydney took the elevator down with a secretary.

Looking at Sydney, who was full of smiles, the secretary guessed something and asked smilingly, Ms. Raines, you are smiling so happily and sweetly. Is Mr. Flint here to pick you up again?"

Sydney glanced at her with slight surprise. "How do you know?"

"Your bright smile said everything," the secretary answered with a grin.

Sydney ruffled her hair, a little embarrassed. "Yes, he's downstairs."

"No wonder you're so delighted. Ms. Raines, you and Mr. Flint are so affectionate."

"That's true, but who knows what will happen in the future?" Sydney shook her head and smiled.

The secretary shrugged. "Who can

know exactly what will happen in the

future? At least, you two are

affectionate now. There's no need to worry about what hasn't happened yet right, Ms. Raines?"

"Yeah, the most important thing is to live in the moment. I should cherish the current happiness and not worry too much."

As soon as her words came out, the elevator dinged.

Sydney lifted the bag chain on her shoulder. "Well, I'll be leaving. Take care on the way home. See you tomorrow."

"Ms. Raines, see you tomorrow." The secretary stood in the elevator and waved at Sydney, not intending to go out with Sydney.

After all, as an employee, she felt she should let her boss go out first.

So she waited there.

Sydney knew what the secretary thought, so she did not force the secretary. Since she was waiting for Sydney to leave, Sydney quickly walked out of the elevator to save time for her. Sure enough, after Sydney stepped away from the elevator, the secretary finally walked out, said goodbye to Sydney, and went to the exit in another direction.

Sydney smiled at her and continued toward the gate in front of her.

Just after she took several steps, a few people walked in through the gate. They were all middle-aged men in suits, led by Stephen, Skylight's president. Seeing Stephen, Sydney frowned slightly, feeling unlucky to meet him here.

These days, she did not know what Stephen was up to, and he was often not at Skylight. Although curious, Sydney did not ask where Stephen had gone. She was not interested.

Besides, even if she asked, she would not necessarily get an answer.

So it was better to ask nothing at the beginning and let him do what he wanted.

No matter what he was planning, she just needed to be cautious and wary.

But unexpectedly, Stephen, who had disappeared for a while, actually appeared at this time.

Stephen also saw Sydney. Maybe because he thought of something, or because he hated Sydney, his old face became even surlier.

He stopped and stood there, staring at Sydney coldly.

The several people behind him naturally stopped with him and looked at Sydney.